If you want troll, take a lesson from the master!

Gosh Golly! I'm all a-flutter!

I know you're probably too much of a gentleman to tell us how you immediately went home and then had an orgy with the Swedish Bikini Team.

1. The Cinzano reference and photos were from the movie Breaking Away, I doubt it was a "thinly veiled threat", but don't let that rain on your paranoia.

2. "Hitting" 27mph in a flat sprint is no big deal...that should probably give you a clue that the roadie wasn't interested in racing. If he would have been, he would have just jumped your wheel and waited till you blew up to drop you like a bad habit. You'll learn that with experience.

3. Do you have any idea how many noobs come in here with stories of dropping those nasty old roadies on their high dollar road bikes while themselves on their fully-loaded commuter? Winning a race or a sprint is easy when you're the only one who knows you are racing. I do it to my roadie friends all the time racing for city limit signs and stuff - I only scream "race you to the sign" when I am inches from the sign. :D When I'm in an actual race I usually get my ass handed to me. If you want a race, follow the link caloso provided and sign up for a license, but seriously, if you're gonna tell these stories, you better make them real entertaining or you're gonna catch a lot of crap.

Excellent troll. :troll: I commend you. :thumb:

"One time at band camp..."

Go back and read my first paragraph this time

yet you continued... :rolleyes:

If you're gonna post your fictional stories, have a thick enough skin to take the ribbing you're gonna get. Welcome to BF.

My computer doesn't have skin.

Who is this person, and if they don't like my content why don't the **** off outta my thread? I'm gonna go ride my bike. Stay outta my way. ;)

"He didn't get too close, but I couldn't stand the smug look I was imagining on his face."

Physical description?

ster·e·o·type   /ˈstɛriəˌtaɪp, ˈstɪər-/ Show Spelled [ster-ee-uh-tahyp, steer-] noun, verb, ster·e·o·typed, ster·e·o·typ·inga simplified and standardized conception or image invested with special meaning and held in common by members of a group: The cowboy and Indian are American stereotypes

Cowboys and Roadies

Ah! That explains it. He's trying a new method of measuring the ePeen.

oh man, this is one of my favorite threads lately. good stuff.

I thought it was a funny, self-depreciating story. Some of the retorts have been funny too.

There's a great movie idea! At least as good as Cowboys and Aliens.

OP, dude. I just bough a light carbon road bike and you have no idea how fast it can go compared to my commuter. I can go 22mph easily on flat for an hour and I can burst sprints past 30mph quite easily and I'm not even close to be in good shape. If that roadie wanted to drop you he would have done it easily. He just didn't think it was worth it to race a commuter.

Oh, and I have a split personality: one day I'm a commuter, next day I'm a roadie, yet some other day I'm a mountain biker or a touring cyclist.

...and I gotta say, one of my biggest fears is being caught by a commuter with a milk crate bungied to their rear rack. I'd rather be attacked by a hungry zombie.

Once again you fail at english. It would of been prejudicial if I had said "I didn't see his face, but I knew he was smugly grinning." I said it was MY imagination didn't I?

Thanks, glad you liked, and understood the point of the story.

I've caught roadies on my commute bike. I think we all have. The difference is, I usually pull along side them and chat, if they want to . If I'm on my Gunnar, which has no logo stickers and is carrying one pannier, I get the "what kind of bike is that" question---but it's pretty obvious it's a "fast bike".

When I catch them on my Bridgestone XO-2, which has two panniers and a basket mounted to a front rack, they usually say "Hey that's a good idea, do you tour?". I actually made a friend that way, who turned out to be a really cool older guy with a couple of airplanes and 20 bikes in his hangar, and I have a strange feeling he's going to gift me with his Bike Friday when he decides to thin out the herd.

It pays to be nice.

Last year I was doing a metric century and I got passed by an old (65+) hippy on a cruiser. He was wearing flip flops.

Cpt. Howdy says:

Don't worry about it, we'll take your word for it.

Capt'n! This could very well be your entire problem! You're gettin' high and imagining that you're in some kinda race with imagined competitor cyclists. Cyclists, who most probably don't even notice you, until you announce your personal victory over them....This problem, I fear begs for a personal counselor and quite possibly, rehab too!


Good Luck to you, my friend....

And that's why he lost. :D :p

I am a roadie who wears his lycra kit 2 sizes too small. I have a $20k crabon fibre TT bicycle with mirrors on the aerobars. Due to an unfortunate drill accident at work (I am a dentist), my face is permanently disfigured into a smug look that is visible even from behind my head.

While cycling on the rail trail today at 4:20pm I saw a stoner dude on a pennyfarthing up ahead and I tootled past him with a hearty "cheerio!" Shortly thereafter I heard a horrifying snuffleupagus sound behind me and turned, shocked, to see his beet-red face twisted in fury. Certain that he was a psychopathic anti-dentite who was only about 4 crank revolutions away from full cardiac rupture, I turned off the rail trail immediately.

He immediately fell off his bike and lay panting on the verge. As I tootled on my merry way, I saw that he had taken out some sort of smart phone device and was frantically recording the event for posterity.

SCR Podium, silly commuter racing

http://www.itsnotarace.org/

next time you take a scalp we expect to know your FCN.

keep having fun.

This one time, I was on my road bike, wearing cloths appropriate for the century I had just completed; I was heading home at a leisurely pace (because I had earned some leisure) when I heard this loud creak behind me. I looked around and saw this guy on a hybrid pedaling full bore, red in the face, trying desperately to catch up. I let him pass me, and huff and puff his way to victory, because what the hell do I care.

yes sir, captain kirk, sir! :lol:

I have a nice digital micrometer he can borrow